In the living room, next to a file cabinet, sits a guitar case. Inside, a guitar that has stood the test of time… amazing to think of the price I bought if for years ago. Also amazing, the layers of dust it’s collected. Between the frets, the neck, on the outside of the case.
Acoustic covers are awesome. And youtube has provided some great ones many years ago, from a very talented musician. (others out there I know)
Yes. I’ve been made fun of for my interest in technology. The fact that I was networking PC’s and turning them into media servers, frontends… basically the “smart sticks”/dvr’s of today, yet yesterday (almost 20 yrs ago). The difference between then and now, is there wasn’t so much bloatware, advertising, tracking, marketing. It was glorious, no one could even imagine a “data center” back then. What would we use one of those for?
Has anyone seen/used the current Pi? Stupid question. At some point they found it necessary to embed every new release with a wireless module. In my opinion, this is similar to phone manufacturers making it impossible to remove a phone battery. Furthermore, making a sim card/number “digital”.
At any rate, there is hope. And I realized something. There are still manufactures that are offering alternatives to popular products/brand names. Without the bloatware and onboard/loaded/embedded modules we’ve come to expect from more “commercial” offerings.
I’ve been talking about it for awhile, and it’s the only way I’ve learned in the past. So, I’m probably going to go back to DIY… nerdy stuff.
I’m thinking of you Lisa Loeb. And when those glasses were unique!
Pale as a ghost. Paranoid. Walking past the check in area…tip toe-ing, eyes rotating left to right. Does anyone notice? These steps are heavy, left right left right.
Earlier, you entered the door of a three story apartment complex. The first room to the left. Smoke filled room, and the lady beside the culprit (of the event), stated: “I’m looking forward to this”. She had dated the man, maybe a few months. They both wanted to pollute the mind of the innocent.
Once, twice, my eyes grew weary. Where in the hell is this going? Scatter brained.
… dot dot dot
A few pool tables lined the back. In the front, a bar area. Jukebox in between restrooms, frequented by the over served. “Come back with me”, she said. Now, this would be the second time I’ve entered this apartment complex. “Go right, instead of left.” She said. Her hair was an unusual shade of red, sandy. She handed me a magazine, which detailed a subject I was extremely unfamiliar with. And as she left the room to change, she asked me to choose.
The same apartment complex. The green, the red. Complicated. Cryptic.
He was a fan of Faith No More. And as I was entering a smoke filled room, occupied by a crowd of well “served” people, we began a conversation. Local drummer? What kind of music do you play? He was obviously just looking for some people to rehearse with, nothing serious. At the time, the area was filled with jam bands, or funk bands. Metal, alternative? Just a time limited new trend, but not music that was attracting huge crowds. Especially with the culture at the time.
I played a demo, that a few of us high school kids threw together. And his jaw dropped. Not because we were musical geniuses, but because it was exactly the music that he loved.
He was an artist, painter, mixing black and white images, sculpture like figures on canvas… he had an artistic hand for creating symbolic images on paper, ink, besides a knack for music and drum.
The first time we played at his place, I can remember climbing up three story stairs, navigating through broken steps… looking into dilapidated apartment rooms, with floors deteriorating. Living rooms, with an entire floor missing. A big hole in the middle, broken structural lumber, revealing several levels down. On the roof, he was growing a series of “herbal” plants, which would later facilitate more art, more music.
It’s a shame that us high school friends never took this further. It could have been lots of fun.
At this point in the year, we either continue or cancel. Cancel what? Rest easy young friends. Not friends, not family, not pets. I’m speaking of subscriptions. My team had a rebounding year, and it’s the only reason I pay for cable TV. Yes, I love Wolf Blitzer, Kasie Hunt (there’s something about her), Katy Tur, etc. There have even been times that I have binged off of Ari Melber.
Probably too much information, or at this point “tldr”. But I have to think about budget. Maybe, just me. No simile. And I’m thinking, that maybe, just maybe, if I make another move (location)…or set up a new (networked or not) cable/tv system it will involve roof antenna/mythtv (again) and possibly kodi (again). Restricting as much advertising and marketing as possible. Using vpn or otherwise.
It’s storming hard today. And as the lights flicker around you, you’re reminded of a club. A strobe light. Those lights you wired in the hallway, the bedroom, the bathroom, the porch… were they wired correctly? Just west of here there was severe damage from hail and terrible storms, was/is that heading this way?
At this point, who cares? There’s basketball tonight. Granted, the season has been tough. The initial games in the tournament have been diverted to subscription only services, apps… a sad departure from years ago. Online radio stream? Let’s do it! Skyline Chili, suds, and a little luck will carry us on!
Cinnamon. Pepper. Oregano. Several variants of all. Color, presentation, origin. How many of these factors do professional chefs have to maneuver to create their desired presentation or dish? Many items imported, a few substituted (if need be). Add to that the personal touch, or “special sauce” which creates the perfect flavor. (possibly imported, or with ingredients that are imported).
The idea of America being a “melting pot” is that we have many different cultures, flavors, and heritages. Colors, features, differences, that’s what makes us beautiful. Strong.
When we lose those identities we become weak, clones, at high risk of accepting a “one size fits all” mentality. Easily manipulated by a dictatorial driven media focused on “a strong man”, enforcing theocratic beliefs or an economic system determined to punish the least. And then we look in the mirror, how close do our enemies reflect our own? Values, oppenness to religious acceptance, and the core of our foundation…many of you carried in your pocket. The constitution. The Bible.
We are different. And difference is awesome. Color, belief, tradition, religion. When we become mindless simpletons marching in line to the beat of the same drum, we totally fail in creativity, purpose, and future.
In an earlier post, the subject of athletes and musicians was mentioned. But what about actors/actresses as musicians? Cher, Aaliyah, Jared Leto, Will Smith, almost way too many to mention. “Entertainer” is already in the toolbox, so I imagine it’s not difficult to make the transition.
I was enjoying “Just Wright”, featured on the Bounce network the other day. A nice love story starring Queen Latifah and Common (the rapper). Ms Latifah plays a physical therapist tasked with rehabilitating Common (an NBA star). She gets entangled in a love triangle, which provides both humor and drama, making the movie very entertaining. The two hit it off, challenging each other often. Opposing mindsets seem to work for both motivation and relationship. Will Latifah win a new job? Will Common be fully healed, both mentally and physically, and lead his team to victory? Will love prevail? You’ll have to watch for yourself.
It would be difficult to post about acting/music without mentioning Patrick Swayze. And Bette Midler.
Joan Baez? Woody Guthrie? Springsteen? Marvin Gaye ? Anybody know any other songs from Mr. Marvin? On the verge of another war, are more political tunes imminent? SOAD, BSF, Metallica?
It will be interesting to see how this all plays out in the media. And if a new, brave, band like the legends of yesterday appear again.
Time will tell. And by time, I’m thinking of Saddam Hussein. And the other Middle East adventures our nation has become involved in.
So, I’ve been enjoying listening to music through some M-Audio AV-40s for a very long time. Love them. They were originally purchased as studio monitors, when my friends and I were creating music. Later, I created some music of my own (solo), but that’s besides the point. What is the point? If you can get your hands on a working set of these, buy them. Get them used, mine show no signs of failing (built very well). In layman’s terms, they are bookshelf AC powered monitors (speakers), and they crush any currently listed speakers in the same category. Highs, mids, lows, volume, bass, treble. Color, response time. They’re good. They’re very good.
You know that bass…that bass that just growls? A combination of a significantly tuned down guitar complimented by a bass drum or bass guitar? The sounds that make “earthquake” (shake the earth), transitions sound fantastic? Or hanging lows hum, like in this gem:
These speakers make it all sound great, and obviously are highly recommended. Other great songs by this band? Get Adrenaline, best album, in my opinion.
